Alright Breakdown

Days of old show while them vogue posin' madonnas' still choose tha gold, but I.. never fold::
and hustle wit muscle bustle ovah tussle shit talk twaddle crush ya muffled spit and pop bottles::
my chips stacked double dipped in watah hottah than ya crome I'm boilin' hot lava::
lyrical marauder otta be king of drama droppin' bombs of trama, bada bing comma::
Imma mafia don, melodic con artist, armed with fire arms....modest!!::
I'm tha oddest alcoholic bringin' bio-climatic static, automatic rhyme fanatic in tha attic::

Tha Metaz an multis are many an ill.... Keep goin.,..

Imma mafia don, melodic con artist, armed with fire arms....modest!!::
I'm tha oddest alcoholic bringin' bio-climatic static, automatic rhyme fanatic in tha attic::
a realistic visual of a sadistic screwball idividual spittin' subliminal thoughts wit minimal remorse::
for a rotten corpse, supports my coarse of destination waitin' to meet satan, spank'em wit tour de force::
THAN SHANK'EM OF COARSE!!

DAMN SOLID AS HELLL
Not much more to say, you stayed with it the whole fuckin way through, I think I mighta underestimated battlin u